> [!info] Story Description
> Given how much fun [Rodent Rachel](https://plush.city/@RodentRachel) has been to tease about filthy size things, Mala felt like giving her a real ‘treat’ in the form of an intense experience at his crotch~

> [!danger] Extreme Content
> This story contains
> * Consensual shrinking
> * Playful teasing
> * Extreme musk
> * Cock and ball focus
> * Smegma, in excess

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Mala giggles your shrunken self on his desk. “Oh, c’mon!” he teases. “It’s not *thaaat* bad, riiiiiiiight?” The malachite-skinned kishin grinned playfully down at you.

Oh, but it was. It absolutely was. That bubbly lizardboi had one of the nastiest dicks you’d ever encountered.

At first it didn’t look that bad. His skin glistened with sweat but, on a scorching hot day like this, who wouldn’t have that kind of a glow? The scent wafting off his balls was too tempting to pass up, despite the intense heat between his legs. When he offered to shrink you and let you get even closer, you accepted without a single thought for the consequences. Now, your thoughts wouldn’t be on anything but his body.

You weren’t *super* tiny. You were around 2½″ tall, roughly equal to the girth of his dick or the height of his balls. You were, however, small enough to be completely overwhelmed by the male. He didn’t even ask before teabagging you; he just pulled you closer with a dainty hand and dropped his sweat-drenched balls directly on top. The moisture soaked into you and marked you with his scent. Your body provided just enough warmth to keep him sweating, too. Mala never smothered you completely, but you could never escape his scent; every breath just made more of his musk cling to the inside of your nose.

He wasn’t just going to tease you with his balls, though. There was a lot more of him to explore! Mala looked down at you, lifted his cock with one hand, and grinned deviously. “Better ruuuuuu-uuuuun~” he teased. Whether you literally ran or not was besides the point; he just wanted to see you try and fail to escape. His half-hard dick **\*THUMPED\*** against the table just an inch away from you. A simple, playful act for him resembled a tree smashing into the ground. If you’d been under that, you’d have been maimed, at best.

Mala was thoroughly enjoying himself as he teased you with his size and scent. The hardening lizard-dick sported a network bulging veins upon its shaft. The kishin’s heat and scent intensified, at first like he’d had a workout, but soon escalating into the stench of someone who hadn’t showered in at least a week. “Aww, too much for you?” he was amused by your attempts not to breathe too much of his odor. It was as futile as trying not to get wet in the ocean. “Good~”

His foreskin, however, never pulled back on its own. It was the one part of his crotch you hadn’t been acquainted with. Mala finally saw fit to change that. He placed his cocktip next to you, where the dark green cockhead glistened in the shadows of his bright green skin. “Go on, gimme a kiss~” Mala playfully commanded. You complied, even though that meant crawling and kneeling before his cock as if you were in the path of a loaded cannon.

Like his balls, your experience with his cockhead was gentle only at first. The scent and taste were mostly of fresh precum, which oozed in abundance from his slit. While you focused on the tip, Mala slowly pulled back his foreskin to expose the cockhead beneath. The smell became more sour, then *bitter* as it hung in the air. He firmly pushed his cock against you to dislodge you from his tip, then pulled back so you’d see just what you’d gotten into.

Though his cocktip was clean, almost nothing else was. The residue of various fluids had collected beneath his glans into a small reservoir of stale cum and old piss. The star of this obscene show, however, was his smegma. A thick, off-white paste with bits of gray mixed in.

Smegma is nothing more than a collection of a body’s natural secretions. Mala, however, had let it congeal and intensify into a disgusting muck. Some flakes of his dick cheese had dried and become stuck on his cockhead by sweat or pre. Other portions of grime rolled off his foreskin, like paint from a hellish roller. The worst collection, by far, was at the very bottom. A thick ring of pure dick cheese, with a smell that immediately made you gag. If you were full size, *maybe* you could have handled it without feeling sick. As a micro, so close to that filthy feast, it was utterly nauseating … and it turned you on more than you’d ever dared to admit.

“A-*hem!”* Mala teased from above. “Don’cha wanna give it a taste?” This question, like his others, was rhetorical. A finger pressed on the back of your head and guided you closer, regardless of any protests you made, until the very tip of your nose touched a large collection of his cheese. You could have snorted it, if you were so inclined. You could have licked it and tasted his filth. Heck, you could have leaned forward and immersed your entire face in there, as if plunging into a rancid batch of papier-mâché.

Whatever you were going to do, Mala wasn’t going to let you stop unless you got off or invoked your safe word. You were in the for the ‘worst’ time you’d ever fantasized about. His limits were definitely beyond your own. How far would you let him lead you? That’s an exercise left to your imagination~